A short series with two male leads, perfect to binge in one sitting.
[On the day the global livestream began, the hashtag #TrashAlphaLuXingchenGetOutOfTheStars went viral]
On the seven-person tribunal, six Omegas standing at the top of the pyramid glared at him like knives.
The philanthropist Huaxia clenched an anonymous donation slip, his voice trembling. “Lu Xingchen, you said you'd always help me, but then you had the media call me a ‘doddering vine clinging to the powerful.’ What does my dignity mean to you?”
Medical authority Yang Guang took off his gold-rimmed glasses. His eyes behind the lenses were cold as ice. “When I was shielding you from sulfuric acid in the lab, you were with your arms around a newcomer, flirting. Lu Xingchen, is your heart black?”
Top-tier star and writer Ye Qiu threw a signed book at his feet. The scent of ink mingled with his choked voice. “I wrote that you were the light of my life, but you let the whole world call me ‘a filthy Omega who clings to an Alpha’... Are you satisfied?”
The outstanding teacher Qing Xiaotian, legendary officer Wu Bofan, and member of parliament Zhi Changqing, the people he'd once held in the palm of his hand, now spoke every word through blood and tears, intent on nailing him to the pillar of shame.
Lu Xingchen stood beneath the spotlights, his black cedar pheromones all but smothered by cheap perfume. He looked at the familiar yet icy faces before him. His throat bobbed for a long moment before he managed to say, “Stop watching. Turn off the livestream.”
“Why should we?” Huaxia sneered. “The whole interstellar world deserves to see what you owe us!”
[Livestream, Day 3]
The footage switched to a stormy night: Young Huaxia knelt in the principal's office, begging for help. Lu Xingchen carried in a sack of cash through the rain, then told reporters, “He looks so dirt-poor. I'll get bored of him after a few days.”
Viewers across the galaxy saw the bloodstained bills in the sack. They were the prize money he'd just won in an underground boxing match.
The donation slip suddenly slipped from Huaxia's hand.
[Livestream, Day 7]
Lab security footage was released: When Yang Guang hit a roadblock in his research, Lu Xingchen snuck into a medical dynasty's home late at night to steal research materials. Even after his ribs were broken, he refused to let go of the USB drive. The so-called “new lover” was an actor he'd hired, all to make Yang Guang focus on his research.
Yang Guang's scalpel clattered to the floor, and his mint pheromones instantly went haywire.
[Livestream, Day 15]
The night Ye Qiu nearly killed himself after being cyberbullied, Lu Xingchen deleted all his burner accounts and flooded the trending topics with his own scandals. While the comments filled with “poor Teacher Ye,” he sat outside the ICU, chewing on a cold steamed bun.
The introverted writer suddenly covered his face. Tears soaked the word “light” on his manuscript.
As evidence of the human-trafficking ring's destruction, bloodstains from enemy encampments, and incriminating ledgers on political rivals were revealed one by one, viewers across the galaxy watched the Alpha who was always so flippant become a blade amid a thousand dangers, protecting them where no one could see.
On the 30th day of the livestream, only silence remained on the tribunal.
Lu Xingchen tugged at his collar and turned to leave, but six hands grabbed him at once.
“Lu Xingchen,” Huaxia said hoarsely, his white gardenia pheromones thick with tears. “You absolute idiot...”
Yang Guang held down his hand as he reached to unbutton his shirt. His clean, bitter mint scent cautiously wound around Lu Xingchen's. “We'll spend the rest of our lives making up for what we owe you.”
Lu Xingchen looked down at the six streams of pheromones suddenly wrapped around his wrist: the resilience of white gardenias, the clarity of mint, the softness of ink, the warmth of sunflowers, the ferocity of gunpowder, and the steadiness of sandalwood. In the end, they all blended into the familiar scent of black cedar.
“Too late.” He curled his lips, though his eyes reddened. “I'm... done serving you.”
The six big shots exchanged glances and carried him off.
Viewers across the galaxy: ??? Wasn't this supposed to be a trial? What the hell, is this a massive scene of chasing after your husband?!
[An Alpha who seems like a scumbag but is actually devoted to the point of risking his life × a group of powerful Omegas who hate him to the point of grinding their teeth at first, then deeply regret it and try to win him back]
*1 Alpha vs. 6 Omegas, all of them are each other's moonlight, no substitutes, a chase-to-win-him-back arc (but they're all chasing the same person)
*Every “scummy” act was love. The livestream reveals the truth, blending feel-good catharsis and angst. Happy ending guaranteed.
Theme: The greatest fortune is to find that your feelings are returned.
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